Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Greece and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sight & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.